DIM bluish mountains slowly flush In the lingering glow of a rich harvest sun; Over the rice fields steals a hush, And sleepy stars peep one by one. Yuki, come; Yuki, come. Ere the sunset's last gold glimmer Fades before the pale moon's shimmer, Yuki, come. Pale cherry blossoms tint the dale, Running rampant through meadows and over the hills; Low on a branch a nightingale Is floating its silvery trills. Yuki, come; Yuki, come, 'Mid a thousand pink-white petals, Falling, while the twilight settles, Yuki, come. Sorcerous moonlight traces faint The shadowy gnarling of all the trees -- Fairy tracings, queer and quaint, That waver in the shifting breeze. Yuki, come; Yuki, come, Come, and all the night we'll wander Where the wind is sighing yonder, Yuki, come. |